Ram's Head Saloon [Mod-Sanctioned C/CLT, v3]

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

May laughed, somehow accepting this torture. "Alright. That's fine with me. Just take care to dig your nails into him, don't want this to be pleasant." She toyed with her knife. "Look, I had to take a year of biology with the officer's exam, so I'll bleed him from his minor arteries." She shook as she chuckled. She was a terrible person. Or was she? Pieter had done wrong, and he needed to pay. Not this way! Her brain went back and forth, trying to justify and disbase torturing the Afrikaaner.

As soon as the African was done humiliatingly stripping pieter down to his underwear, he strung him back up by the legs and got his baseball bat ready.
As soon as he stood back, suddenly 3 more black men in rebel garb entered the room, one of them a boy who was heavily scarred, wearing a shoddy bandage for a right eyepatch and being burned all over the left side of his face, and carrying a cogwheel club. He looked to be a teenager, somewhere between the age of 15 and 18.

"Pieter van der Blekkenhorst, hm? The man who sent that squad to shoot down my father, take me and my other into that hellhole while you beat us, test chemical weapons on us, make us slave for your men and every other time rot in this sad, eternal nightmare you call those camp bunkers." The teen said, his tone getting angier as he continued on, reading his club.

"You raped my mother. You shot my father. You graphically tortured and experimented on my twin baby sisters for little-to-no so-called progress. You took away a whole decade or more of my life, or just so much I don't even remember how old I am now!" He yelled in Pieter's face.

"I have been informed by a man who says he's my uncle. He tells me it would've been my birthday today. He might not be. I do not know, but I am inclined to believe him, because what matters now is that you're now paying your due for all the damage you've done to our people, which even then may not be enough for us, because once we come back into a povertous but free world, just remember, it will not be for our own stupidity, but because of people like you who systematically murdered hundreds of millions of us." The teenager said as he prepared his club for the first swing.

"This is the best birthday present any child could hope for. I thank you, Mr. Sefu." He said, revealing the first rebel's name as he nodded before he swung at Pieter.

Pieter, remaining speechless and brave this whole time, took deep breaths and was ready for his fate. Then, a serious mental blow before the strike came along as the men and the African boy came in.
A look of regret, for the first time in forever, had finally reached his breath. He knew that his soldiers were killing lots and lots of children, but the first time seeing the product of it first time, a young, teenage boy, seriously made him interall reconsider. But before he knew it, he was struck to the side of his upper torso by the boy in a miss, breaking several ribs and also his shoulder blade. In the pain, he was suddenly having flashbacks to all the murders of innocent African and pony civilians, all the shootings, gassings, bayonets, stabbings, experiments he had overlooked, and the few of them that weren't just documents.

'Is this it?' He thought. 'Is this what the Afrikaaner race, the true leading nationale to rule the earth, has actually become? Nothing more than rapists, murderers, horrible people in general? And to think I had condoned all this, not knowing what actually went on behind the scenes...'

[Frievolk]

Pieter, remaining speechless and brave this whole time, took deep breaths and was ready for his fate. Then, a serious mental blow before the strike came along as the men and the African boy came in.
A look of regret, for the first time in forever, had finally reached his breath. He knew that his soldiers were killing lots and lots of children, but the first time seeing the product of it first time, a young, teenage boy, /seriously made him interall reconsider. But before he knew it, he was struck to the side of his upper torso by the boy in a miss, breaking several ribs and also his shoulder blade. In the pain, he was suddenly having flashbacks to all the murders of innocent African and pony civilians, all the shootings, gassings, bayonets, stabbings, experiments he had overlooked, and the few of them that weren't just documents.

'Is this it?' He thought. 'Is this what the Afrikaaner race, the true leading nationale to rule the earth, has actually become? Nothing more than rapists, murderers, horrible people in general? And to think I had condoned all this, not knowing what actually went on behind the scenes...'

OOC: ten bucks says he's not gonna get a redemption arc lol

[The South Falls]

As soon as the African was done humiliatingly stripping pieter down to his underwear, he strung him back up by the legs and got his baseball bat ready.
As soon as he stood back, suddenly 3 more black men in rebel garb entered the room, one of them a boy who was heavily scarred, wearing a shoddy bandage for a right eyepatch and being burned all over the left side of his face, and carrying a cogwheel club. He looked to be a teenager, somewhere between the age of 15 and 18.

"Pieter van der Blekkenhorst, hm? The man who sent that squad to shoot down my father, take me and my other into that hellhole while you beat us, test chemical weapons on us, make us slave for your men and every other time rot in this sad, eternal nightmare you call those camp bunkers." The teen said, his tone getting angier as he continued on, reading his club.

"You raped my mother. You shot my father. You graphically tortured and experimented on my twin baby sisters for little-to-no so-called progress. You took away a whole decade or more of my life, or just so much I don't even remember how old I am now!" He yelled in Pieter's face.

"I have been informed by a man who says he's my uncle. He tells me it would've been my birthday today. He might not be. I do not know, but I am inclined to believe him, because what matters now is that you're now paying your due for all the damage you've done to our people, which even then may not be enough for us, because once we come back into a povertous but free world, just remember, it will not be for our own stupidity, but because of people like you who systematically murdered hundreds of millions of us." The teenager said as he prepared his club for the first swing.

"This is the best birthday present any child could hope for. I thank you, Mr. Sefu." He said, revealing the first rebel's name as he nodded before he swung at Pieter.

Pieter, remaining speechless and brave this whole time, took deep breaths and was ready for his fate. Then, a serious mental blow before the strike came along as the men and the African boy came in.
A look of regret, for the first time in forever, had finally reached his breath. He knew that his soldiers were killing lots and lots of children, but the first time seeing the product of it first time, a young, teenage boy, seriously made him interall reconsider. But before he knew it, he was struck to the side of his upper torso by the boy in a miss, breaking several ribs and also his shoulder blade. In the pain, he was suddenly having flashbacks to all the murders of innocent African and pony civilians, all the shootings, gassings, bayonets, stabbings, experiments he had overlooked, and the few of them that weren't just documents.

'Is this it?' He thought. 'Is this what the Afrikaaner race, the true leading nationale to rule the earth, has actually become? Nothing more than rapists, murderers, horrible people in general? And to think I had condoned all this, not knowing what actually went on behind the scenes...'

May walked up to Pieter, her boots clinking. She was tired of Pieter's bullshit. Tired of his crap. So, she was going to make him truly pay. She, with an almost inability to concentrate, due to Noel's thoughts, grabbed her assault rifle by the barrel, and began to bash it into his face. Each hit more brutal than the last to come before it. She hit him with the butt six times, one for each mutilated pony experiment. "You have raped, and killed, and destroyed everything. Don't give us your sad looks. They're fake anyway. You're a terrible person, Pieter. You have to pay for every injured South Fallsian soldier. And every Zulu you've killed, or raped. Every pony you treated the same." She whacked him, now with her fist, 17 times.

Inside, her head was racing. "Why am I doing this? He deserves to live! Why am I going slower? He deserves to die! Noel had made a mess of her mind.

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

Pieter, remaining speechless and brave this whole time, took deep breaths and was ready for his fate. Then, a serious mental blow before the strike came along as the men and the African boy came in.
A look of regret, for the first time in forever, had finally reached his breath. He knew that his soldiers were killing lots and lots of children, but the first time seeing the product of it first time, a young, teenage boy, seriously made him interall reconsider. But before he knew it, he was struck to the side of his upper torso by the boy in a miss, breaking several ribs and also his shoulder blade. In the pain, he was suddenly having flashbacks to all the murders of innocent African and pony civilians, all the shootings, gassings, bayonets, stabbings, experiments he had overlooked, and the few of them that weren't just documents.

'Is this it?' He thought. 'Is this what the Afrikaaner race, the true leading nationale to rule the earth, has actually become? Nothing more than rapists, murderers, horrible people in general? And to think I had condoned all this, not knowing what actually went on behind the scenes...'

May walked up to Pieter, her boots clinking. She was tired of Pieter's bullshit. Tired of his crap. So, she was going to make him truly pay. She, with an almost inability to concentrate, due to Noel's thoughts, grabbed her assault rifle by the barrel, and began to bash it into his face. Each hit more brutal than the last to come before it. She hit him with the butt six times, one for each mutilated pony experiment. "You have raped, and killed, and destroyed everything. Don't give us your sad looks. They're fake anyway. You're a terrible person, Pieter. You have to pay for every injured South Fallsian soldier. She whacked him, now with her fist, 17 times.

Inside, her head was racing. "Why am I doing this? He deserves to live! Why am I going slower? He deserves to die! Noel had made a mess of her mind.

After an extremely painful wound to his side dealt by the young boy, he groanded and cussed a little in pain, with the forethought of the murders still in his mind, genuine tears of regret and pain now treaming up his face and onto the floor before May gave him a brutal beating, leaving his face covered in brusies, cuts and overall blood, leaving several over his teeth missing, several parts of his face swollen, his nose smashed in, and overall him now ceasing hiding the pain, genuinely crying in extreme pain.

"Please yield! Please have mercy! I'll flee the country, I'll abolish the Ryk, you'll never see me again! Just stop this!"

[The South Falls]

May's weight multiplied from under her, and she fell to the ground. She knew the hints of a psionic attack when she saw them. Noel's words swarmed around her head, again and again and again. She tried to throw them off, to some avail. She got her weight back, close to normal, and got up. However, his words still buzzed in her head. "Let me go, Noel. Let me beat Pieter." She growled.

"What are you talking about? Are you going mad?" His face seemed to be a genuine one of confusion. His expression turned sharp and harsh and the attack returned, increased in ferocity. "Don't blame me for every little problem you have." Noel turned to the Zulu. "Er, it appears your partner isn't doing so well."

Her eyes began to turn red, and she hit the ground. "Oh, s-stop, asshole. I know what you're doing to me. You're messing with my head. I don't hit the floor for no reason." She developed a migraine of which she'd never had before, and held the temples of her head. Her fangs grew longer. "Get this damn thing off me."

[Zulu Enclave]

May walked up to Pieter, her boots clinking. She was tired of Pieter's bullshit. Tired of his crap. So, she was going to make him truly pay. She, with an almost inability to concentrate, due to Noel's thoughts, grabbed her assault rifle by the barrel, and began to bash it into his face. Each hit more brutal than the last to come before it. She hit him with the butt six times, one for each mutilated pony experiment. "You have raped, and killed, and destroyed everything. Don't give us your sad looks. They're fake anyway. You're a terrible person, Pieter. You have to pay for every injured South Fallsian soldier. She whacked him, now with her fist, 17 times.

Inside, her head was racing. "Why am I doing this? He deserves to live! Why am I going slower? He deserves to die! Noel had made a mess of her mind.

After an extremely painful wound to his side dealt by the young boy, he groanded and cussed a little in pain, with the forethought of the murders still in his mind, genuine tears of regret and pain now treaming up his face and onto the floor before May gave him a brutal beating, leaving his face covered in brusies, cuts and overall blood, leaving several over his teeth missing, several parts of his face swollen, his nose smashed in, and overall him now ceasing hiding the pain, genuinely crying in extreme pain.

"Please yield! Please have mercy! I'll flee the country, I'll abolish the Ryk, you'll never see me again! Just stop this!" Pieter tried to speak through his damaged form whilst crying

"Now you see where we come from. Rendered completely helpless, being beaten and mutilated over and over again, pleading for help that never came. Well, guess what? We will not be merciful either." He said as he took out a sharp knife, readying it at his bloody forehead.

[Low bloods]

Vixen stood behind the bar counter, rather than minding all the commotion he had much different thoughts. He was rather minding his own business as he cleans a glass, his eyes closed as he decided that he'd let the man outside face the outcome of his actions.
He didn't have any reason to cut in and either join in or put it to a stop, this was his place in the current events.

[The South Falls]

May walked up to Pieter, her boots clinking. She was tired of Pieter's bullshit. Tired of his crap. So, she was going to make him truly pay. She, with an almost inability to concentrate, due to Noel's thoughts, grabbed her assault rifle by the barrel, and began to bash it into his face. Each hit more brutal than the last to come before it. She hit him with the butt six times, one for each mutilated pony experiment. "You have raped, and killed, and destroyed everything. Don't give us your sad looks. They're fake anyway. You're a terrible person, Pieter. You have to pay for every injured South Fallsian soldier. She whacked him, now with her fist, 17 times.

Inside, her head was racing. "Why am I doing this? He deserves to live! Why am I going slower? He deserves to die! Noel had made a mess of her mind.

After an extremely painful wound to his side dealt by the young boy, he groanded and cussed a little in pain, with the forethought of the murders still in his mind, genuine tears of regret and pain now treaming up his face and onto the floor before May gave him a brutal beating, leaving his face covered in brusies, cuts and overall blood, leaving several over his teeth missing, several parts of his face swollen, his nose smashed in, and overall him now ceasing hiding the pain, genuinely crying in extreme pain.

"Please yield! Please have mercy! I'll flee the country, I'll abolish the Ryk, you'll never see me again! Just stop this!"

Still on the ground, she growled at Pieter. "Am I to stop the justice you deserve on a p-promise? I still could put a bullet in the back of your head." May was heartless. The terrible beating she'd have him had resonated, seeming to finally do something. Blood pouring out of his nose, she restrained herself. She hadn't had blood in days, but she still wanted to drag his torture out.

[Teutonican Empire]

"What are you talking about? Are you going mad?" His face seemed to be a genuine one of confusion. His expression turned sharp and harsh and the attack returned, increased in ferocity. "Don't blame me for every little problem you have." Noel turned to the Zulu. "Er, it appears your partner isn't doing so well."

Her eyes began to turn red, and she hit the ground. "Oh, s-stop, asshole. I know what you're doing to me. You're messing with my head. I don't hit the floor for no reason." She developed a migraine of which she'd never had before, and held the temples of her head. Her fangs grew longer. "Get this damn thing off me."

"What?"

The attack escalated into a mind-crushing assault of non-stop chanting of "do it". In fact, she could feel the psionic attack attempting to force her to point her gun at Pieter whilst attempting to amplify her urges to drink blood. Noel's guards were not sure of what was happening with May but refused to watch the torture regardless.

[Zulu Enclave]

"Infact, you remember her bunny, Pieter?" Sefe said as the Africans watched on, cheering him as he slowly skinned Pieter's face from below the hairline at the back of his head to under his chin, including his eyelids, lips and what was left of his nose, being careful just to remove the skin on his face and not damaging his major arteries.

Suddenly, the boy, in a sense of bordom, took some firecrackers and laid them conveniently near Noel before lighting them, hoping the noise would throw him off.

[Teutonican Empire]

"Infact, you remember her bunny, Pieter?" Sefe said as the Africans watched on, cheering him as he slowly skinned Pieter's face from below the hairline at the back of his head to under his chin, including his eyelids, lips and what was left of his nose, being careful just to remove the skin on his face and not damaging his major arteries.

Suddenly, the boy somehow ntoiced what Noel was doing to Pieter, and in an effort to distract him so May could help finish Pieter, the teen took some firecrackers and laid them near Noel before lighting them, hoping the noise would throw him off.

//To an outsider, it actually just looked like Noel is just watching them.

[The South Falls]

After an extremely painful wound to his side dealt by the young boy, he groanded and cussed a little in pain, with the forethought of the murders still in his mind, genuine tears of regret and pain now treaming up his face and onto the floor before May gave him a brutal beating, leaving his face covered in brusies, cuts and overall blood, leaving several over his teeth missing, several parts of his face swollen, his nose smashed in, and overall him now ceasing hiding the pain, genuinely crying in extreme pain.

"Please yield! Please have mercy! I'll flee the country, I'll abolish the Ryk, you'll never see me again! Just stop this!" Pieter tried to speak through his damaged form whilst crying

"Now you see where we come from. Rendered completely helpless, being beaten and mutilated over and over again, pleading for help that never came. Well, guess what? We will not be merciful either." He said as he took out a sharp knife, readying it at his bloody forehead.

"Infact, you remember her bunny, Pieter?" Sefe said as the Africans watched on, cheering him as he slowly skinned Pieter's face from below the hairline at the back of his head to under his chin, including his eyelids, lips and what was left of his nose, being careful just to remove the skin on his face and not damaging his major arteries.

Suddenly, the boy somehow ntoiced what Noel was doing to Pieter, and in an effort to distract him so May could help finish Pieter, the teen took some firecrackers and laid them near Noel before lighting them, hoping the noise would throw him off.

May got up, Noel a little distracted. She cheered at the skinning of Pieter's face. "You never should have tried anything with my pets." She brought her foot up. The boot on it was steel-toed, and she knew just how to use them. She brought her foot up, into Pieter's balls, as she laughed maniacally. She became her true, angered self, running for him with a knife, and starting to cut his minor leg arteries to ribbons.

[Teutonican Empire]

"Now you see where we come from. Rendered completely helpless, being beaten and mutilated over and over again, pleading for help that never came. Well, guess what? We will not be merciful either." He said as he took out a sharp knife, readying it at his bloody forehead.

"Infact, you remember her bunny, Pieter?" Sefe said as the Africans watched on, cheering him as he slowly skinned Pieter's face from below the hairline at the back of his head to under his chin, including his eyelids, lips and what was left of his nose, being careful just to remove the skin on his face and not damaging his major arteries.

Suddenly, the boy somehow ntoiced what Noel was doing to Pieter, and in an effort to distract him so May could help finish Pieter, the teen took some firecrackers and laid them near Noel before lighting them, hoping the noise would throw him off.

May got up, Noel a little distracted. She cheered at the skinning of Pieter's face. "You never should have tried anything with my pets." She brought her foot up. The boot on it was steel-toed, and she knew just how to use them. She brought her foot up, into Pieter's balls, as she laughed maniacally. She became her true, angered self, running for him with a knife, and starting to cut his minor leg arteries to ribbons.

//Slow down there, I never specified if it worked or not.

[Low bloods]

"Now you see where we come from. Rendered completely helpless, being beaten and mutilated over and over again, pleading for help that never came. Well, guess what? We will not be merciful either." He said as he took out a sharp knife, readying it at his bloody forehead.

"Infact, you remember her bunny, Pieter?" Sefe said as the Africans watched on, cheering him as he slowly skinned Pieter's face from below the hairline at the back of his head to under his chin, including his eyelids, lips and what was left of his nose, being careful just to remove the skin on his face and not damaging his major arteries.

Suddenly, the boy somehow ntoiced what Noel was doing to Pieter, and in an effort to distract him so May could help finish Pieter, the teen took some firecrackers and laid them near Noel before lighting them, hoping the noise would throw him off.

May got up, Noel a little distracted. She cheered at the skinning of Pieter's face. "You never should have tried anything with my pets." She brought her foot up. The boot on it was steel-toed, and she knew just how to use them. She brought her foot up, into Pieter's balls, as she laughed maniacally. She became her true, angered self, running for him with a knife, and starting to cut his minor leg arteries to ribbons.

After an extremely painful wound to his side dealt by the young boy, he groanded and cussed a little in pain, with the forethought of the murders still in his mind, genuine tears of regret and pain now treaming up his face and onto the floor before May gave him a brutal beating, leaving his face covered in brusies, cuts and overall blood, leaving several over his teeth missing, several parts of his face swollen, his nose smashed in, and overall him now ceasing hiding the pain, genuinely crying in extreme pain.

"Please yield! Please have mercy! I'll flee the country, I'll abolish the Ryk, you'll never see me again! Just stop this!" Pieter tried to speak through his damaged form whilst crying

"Now you see where we come from. Rendered completely helpless, being beaten and mutilated over and over again, pleading for help that never came. Well, guess what? We will not be merciful either." He said as he took out a sharp knife, readying it at his bloody forehead.

"Infact, you remember her bunny, Pieter?" Sefe said as the Africans watched on, cheering him as he skinned Pieter's face from below the hairline at the back of his head to under his chin, including his eyelids, lips and what was left of his nose, being careful just to remove the skin on his face and not damaging his major arteries.

The knight actually stepped in however drawing his sword on Safe "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you in the most polite manner I honestly can. Before I really must interfere. Take him to your base torture him on the way back, invite everyone for all I care.
But please, a public skinning? Continue this action and you will have to face me. But not in the man's defense if corse."

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

"Now you see where we come from. Rendered completely helpless, being beaten and mutilated over and over again, pleading for help that never came. Well, guess what? We will not be merciful either." He said as he took out a sharp knife, readying it at his bloody forehead.

"Infact, you remember her bunny, Pieter?" Sefe said as the Africans watched on, cheering him as he slowly skinned Pieter's face from below the hairline at the back of his head to under his chin, including his eyelids, lips and what was left of his nose, being careful just to remove the skin on his face and not damaging his major arteries.

Suddenly, the boy somehow ntoiced what Noel was doing to Pieter, and in an effort to distract him so May could help finish Pieter, the teen took some firecrackers and laid them near Noel before lighting them, hoping the noise would throw him off.

May got up, Noel a little distracted. She cheered at the skinning of Pieter's face. "You never should have tried anything with my pets." She brought her foot up. The boot on it was steel-toed, and she knew just how to use them. She brought her foot up, into Pieter's balls, as she laughed maniacally. She became her true, angered self, running for him with a knife, and starting to cut his minor leg arteries to ribbons.

As his face was finally severed, the now miserable and gruesomely cut apart Pieter started screaming whilst crying and begging for forgiveness while coughing up blood and bile, struggling so much that the rope had come loose and he fell down, still tied up, helpless and being so much in pain that he cannot move.

As May went for Pieter's poor eggs, he shouted out in pain with the energy still left in his body, as well as screaming silently and gargling up his own blood while being kicked around by the rebels and having his leg cut up.

[The South Falls]

Her eyes began to turn red, and she hit the ground. "Oh, s-stop, asshole. I know what you're doing to me. You're messing with my head. I don't hit the floor for no reason." She developed a migraine of which she'd never had before, and held the temples of her head. Her fangs grew longer. "Get this damn thing off me."

"What?"

The attack escalated into a mind-crushing assault of non-stop chanting of "do it". In fact, she could feel the psionic attack attempting to force her to point her gun at Pieter whilst attempting to amplify her urges to drink blood. Noel's guards were not sure of what was happening with May but refused to watch the torture regardless.

May's will to resist broke. She would do anything just to stop that goddamn chanting. Anything. There were enough voices that she finally just went for him, creeping up behind Pieter. She struck, tearing into his neck like some raw meat. She just wanted the chanting to stop. She drank from his arteries, trying to suck as much out as she could.

[Valentine Z]

Fuck, this is disturbing! Clarissa, err, please stop recording that now.
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

Way ahead of you, Marcus! I cannot take this bloodbath! ><
- Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn V. Clementine Harumi

Should we stop them, or? I don't want us to look like holier than thou knights, but at the same time, this torment went on for too long.
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

I would, but considering what he has done in the past, and based on all the information I received... it has to be.
- Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn V. Clementine Harumi

[Zulu Enclave]

May got up, Noel a little distracted. She cheered at the skinning of Pieter's face. "You never should have tried anything with my pets." She brought her foot up. The boot on it was steel-toed, and she knew just how to use them. She brought her foot up, into Pieter's balls, as she laughed maniacally. She became her true, angered self, running for him with a knife, and starting to cut his minor leg arteries to ribbons.

"Now you see where we come from. Rendered completely helpless, being beaten and mutilated over and over again, pleading for help that never came. Well, guess what? We will not be merciful either." He said as he took out a sharp knife, readying it at his bloody forehead.

"Infact, you remember her bunny, Pieter?" Sefe said as the Africans watched on, cheering him as he skinned Pieter's face from below the hairline at the back of his head to under his chin, including his eyelids, lips and what was left of his nose, being careful just to remove the skin on his face and not damaging his major arteries.

The knight actually stepped in however drawing his sword on Safe "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you in the most polite manner I honestly can. Before I really must interfere. Take him to your base torture him on the way back, invite everyone for all I care.
But please, a public skinning? Continue this action and you will have to face me. But not in the man's defense if corse."

It was too late, however. Pieter's face was gone, and Sefe had lifted his face as everyone brought in the buttstocks of their AK-47s and table legs and started beating the poor man.

The African then turned to the knight, stepping away from the knight for a bit as he picked up Scout's bat.
"Sir, with all due respect, this is what the man deserves. He does this kind of thing to us; and therefore it is just he takes it. Besides; it was only his face. If you were not here, metal man, he would have recieved much worse." He said, going back to the downed Pieter as Sefe thumped his stomach with a baseball bat.

[Teutonican Empire]

Noel's guards cut in and stopped the boy from what they perceived as a strangely-timed assassination attempt.

"Stop right there! This is a very weird time to attempt an assassination!" said Enzo.

"Yeah! Our boss didn't do anything, so you're crazy, kid!" said Adele.

Noel just smiled at the Zulu boy.

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

"What?"

The attack escalated into a mind-crushing assault of non-stop chanting of "do it". In fact, she could feel the psionic attack attempting to force her to point her gun at Pieter whilst attempting to amplify her urges to drink blood. Noel's guards were not sure of what was happening with May but refused to watch the torture regardless.

May's will to resist broke. She would do anything just to stop that goddamn chanting. Anything. There were enough voices that she finally just went for him, creeping up behind Pieter. She struck, tearing into his neck like some raw meat. She just wanted the chanting to stop. She drank from his arteries, trying to suck as much out as she could.

Pieter screamed, being beaten over and over again by the Zulus to the point of bile, urine, blood, semen and other bodily fluids spilling everywhere, including onto the weapons Before May could tear his neck out and drink from his arteries, though, he had died instantly from a hit to the upper side of his head with a sledgehammer, which crushed his skull and squished one of his eyes like a grape, the other exiting out its socket. Brain matter, spinal fluid and blood was seemingly everywhere at this point by the time May was drinking from her artieries.

Once and for all, Pieter van der Blekkenhorst, dictator of the Ryk, was dead.

[Valentine Z]

Well, err... il est mort. What now?
- Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn V. Clementine Harumi

At this point, I'm just glad that he's dead, Clarissa... He might be a horrible person, but nobody deserves a slow and painful death like this one. Still, I can't imagine all the pent-up anger that all these people have.
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

[The South Falls]

May's will to resist broke. She would do anything just to stop that goddamn chanting. Anything. There were enough voices that she finally just went for him, creeping up behind Pieter. She struck, tearing into his neck like some raw meat. She just wanted the chanting to stop. She drank from his arteries, trying to suck as much out as she could.

Pieter screamed, being beaten over and over again by the Zulus to the point of bile, urine, blood, semen and other bodily fluids spilling everywhere, including onto the weapons Before May could tear his neck out and drink from his arteries, though, he had died instantly from a hit to the upper side of his head with a sledgehammer, which crushed his skull and squished one of his eyes like a grape, the other exiting out its socket. Brain matter, spinal fluid and blood was seemingly everywhere at this point by the time May was drinking from her artieries.

Once and for all, Pieter van der Blekkenhorst, dictator of the Ryk, was dead.

May continued to drink, but she cheered. That monster was finally dead and gone. And it had only taken an hour of torture to do. As she pulled her dripping fangs out of his neck, she finally wore off the adrenaline, and stared at the brutally mutilated body. "What have I done? Why have I done this?" She voiced out loud. She was covered in his blood, and brains. She sat down, trying to take it in.

[Valentine Z]

May continued to drink, but she cheered. That monster was finally dead and gone. And it had only taken an hour of torture to do. As she pulled her dripping fangs out of his neck, she finally wore off the adrenaline, and stared at the brutally mutilated body. "What have I done? Why have I done this?" She voiced out loud. She was covered in his blood, and brains. She sat down, trying to take it in.

Whoa there, Ma'am... Are you all right? Geez, you're covered in all the blood and brains. Would you like us to clean you up? Clarissa can fetch a water hose.
- Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds

May, don't feel bad about yourself too much! Everyone has those moments of uncontrollable rage.
- Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn V. Clementine Harumi

[Teutonican Empire]

The chanting of “do it” faded from May’s head, and the psionic attack stopped, except for Noel keeping a light grasp on her so he could quickly start again if May attacked. This left the sound of muffled white noise in the back of her head at a light volume.

Noel sighed and looked at the corpse. “Someone clean this up already.”

[Low bloods]

"What?"

The attack escalated into a mind-crushing assault of non-stop chanting of "do it". In fact, she could feel the psionic attack attempting to force her to point her gun at Pieter whilst attempting to amplify her urges to drink blood. Noel's guards were not sure of what was happening with May but refused to watch the torture regardless.

(Void my last post)

May's will to resist broke. She would do anything just to stop that goddamn chanting. Anything. There were enough voices that she finally just went for him, creeping up behind Pieter. She struck, tearing into his neck like some raw meat. She just wanted the chanting to stop. She drank from his arteries, trying to suck as much out as she could.

He butts her off or atleast attempts to at some point. "Do I need to restrain you, or perhaps call in Vixen to do so? You can't see that you yourselves have become monsters, trying to slay this man?" The knight sighed as his voice was rather loud. "I shouldn't have let it get this out of hand, I should have not let Vixen intervene, instead do it myself." He simply said to himself in a tone of disappointment.

The knight actually stepped in however drawing his sword on Safe "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you in the most polite manner I honestly can. Before I really must interfere. Take him to your base torture him on the way back, invite everyone for all I care.
But please, a public skinning? Continue this action and you will have to face me. But not in the man's defense if corse."

It was too late, however. Pieter's face was gone, and Sefe had lifted his face as everyone brought in the buttstocks of their AK-47s and table legs and started beating the poor man.

The African then turned to the knight, stepping away from the knight for a bit as he picked up Scout's bat.
"Sir, with all due respect, this is what the man deserves. He does this kind of thing to us; and therefore it is just he takes it. Besides; it was only his face. If you were not here, metal man, he would have recieved much worse." He said, going back to the downed Pieter as Sefe thumped his stomach with a baseball bat.

The knight simply followed and rather stepped in the middle placed his sword over peter acting as a shield not crushing the man"Yes, I know of all the deadly things this man has done. But I have to say this.
Why, why get people involved, I had no ties with this, but here I am.
And one other thing, because if you do continue this, I'm sure going to end up killing more than you and your men. I'd rather not die with the words "Died after protecting Hitler number two"
But do you really think this is going to accomplish anything,
Surely your revenge will be had but whose to say someone worse will come, or those that you couldn't find come to power and avenge their dead leader, hmm? At this rate he'll die vary soon and everything was all fun for a second but you'll be sitting there like an idiot because there were smarter options in hand."